Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I heard the voice of the Harvey hoe from Arkansas circulating in the ozone layer. She was talking as if there were a contest between us which she won, although I was not aware of myself competing with her during college. She was just a boring person from Arkansas. At one time she was seen to be dating Tim Delorto, a trumpet player, but apparently that did not last very long. So? Arkansas people come to Californiaa thinking that they are going to fix everything but actually it is more complicated than anything that Barbara's tiny little mind could possibly comprehend, or I would be able to explain in a few short words. I have not much patience for them.

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We were not aware of the existence of the Rowings, and even so, so what? Easy for you to sit there living in your own private methodically inefficient bubble and never have to face the fact that you are really not that good, not really anybody that important, that this was all a bad dream and there is no easy way to escape your own evil reflection. You might even be sucking face with the wicked Mr. Longwell, which only makes your rotten behavior even more incredible. Which planet did you say you are from?

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Thanks for letting me tell my story.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Greetings to you people in Magazine Junkland! Are you feeling blue, having sold out your souls to Massachusetts? Yes, I remember that Dauna K. from college said she is somehow connected to the Kopekny gang, which is another reason to avoid discussing party politics with her. We prefer not to be drawn into arguments about the electoral prospects of them. We have no comment and no connection to the Ticket of 2032. Who knows how things might change in the next decade and how deeply blue the map of New York will get? Oh, it is already blue most of the time. So? Don't be putting your whole faith in party politics. You will just be disappointed either way if you have too many expectations about politics.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am really not a big fan of Tennessee partly because country music is not my thing. The good songs are few, most of the country having gone from bad to worse. There are other reasons, also, why I really would prefer not to go there, at least not to live. I don't want Tennessee riding my back. Get off my back, Tennessee. I am warning you, Tennessee, get off my back.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Where in the law is it written that I must answer for all the crazy things that my relatives and cousins have said or done? What a headache. I sort of can understand the frustration of speaking out in anger at being falsely accused by annoying people, but anyway we would prefer to NOT be forced to sink to the level of those other people who reflexively use words demeaning and degrading to women because they apparently have no other vocabulary and also because they never THINK. They just emotionally burst out into strings of robotically designated wordings because, whatever, I don't know why they do that. Am I the doctor of philosophy who can explain all conundrums of human existence from the beginning of time to the present? No, I think that I do not have that information readily at my fingertips. Sorry about that.

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Once upon a time, many years ago, my Aunt Cindy was telling me that she had berated some woman who had apparently made a pass at her husband Steve. For the record, I don't know who she was, just some people they were visiting on the East Coast. I only know that I was not there at the time. For more information about that, call Cindy. I have nothing more than what she said about that.